soraniji

[whisperofwonder]

Yes, it's another one bed fic for Kuroo ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

timeskip!Kuroo Tetsurou x coworker!reader

for @dira333, because apparently the one bed prompts were so good I had to write it twice

You drowse in the soft morning light, warm and perfectly content, a comfortable weight pressing you into the plush of the bed. Still only half awake, you curl closer to the source of that warmth, an arm holding you flush against another body.

Another body. Your eyes fly open, and you suddenly wriggle backwards, trying to untangle yourself. Kuroo Tetsurou only lets out a soft, disgruntled snore, not budging. A wave of irrational irritation washes over you as he tries to pull you closer in his sleep. You grip the edge of the bed, determined to hold your ground. Oh, someone at the JVA is going to hear about this.

"No," You said in dismay, staring at the single bed in the middle of the room. "No, no, no, no, no. No."

"Wow. Seven no's," Kuroo said with a whistle.

Are you not seeing this?" You gestured widely at the room, his unphased response only serving to irritate you further. "This can't be right. Maybe the front desk screwed up. I'm going back down. There has to be an available room with two beds."

"Any luck?" He asked when you returned, as if your stormy expression wasn't answer enough.

"The whole hotel is booked," You growled, "So we're stuck with this room, and I don't understand why you're enjoying this so much!" You were tempted to smack the amused expression right off of his face.

He shrugged, "I just don't think it's as big of a deal as you do, I guess," He said nonchalantly. "Look," He drew an invisible line down the middle of the bed, "I'll stay on my side, you stay on yours. It'll be fine."

Right. Because that worked out so well. You shift beneath the weight of his arm, frowning at the ceiling. He's just so infuriating. It had started as a rivalry, soon after you both started at the JVA, and now you're not quite sure what it is. All you know is that he never misses an opportunity to get under your skin, and this is no exception. Even asleep, he's managing. You shouldn't be surprised.

You turn your head to look at him, taking in the smooth, peaceful expression on his face. There's no no trace of his obnoxious smirk now. No quick remark poised on his lips. It's just Kuroo, completely open and vulnerable before you. You swallow, softening despite yourself.

Loath as you are to admit it, the most irritating thing about him is that he's actually incredibly good at his job. This whole trip, you've been reminded of that over and over again. It's enough to make you sick.

As though he's sensing your thoughts, he lets out another soft snore, the word cute flitting briefly through your mind. You can't take it any longer. "Get off of me," You suddenly jab your elbow into his side. The sound he makes is almost gratifying, and then he's blinking blearily at you.

"Oh," He quickly jerks his arm away, and you try not to think about how disappointed you are by the sudden lack of warmth. He clears his throat. "Sorry about that." He folds into himself, purposefully not looking at you. "I know this wasn't ideal."

"It's fine," You say gruffly, "We don't have to talk about it."

"Okay then," He says, gaze finally sliding to you as he throws the blanket aside. "Now proceeding to not talk about it," He flicks his fingers against his forehead in a mock salute, and there it is - the smirk is back. All you can do is roll your eyes.

-

"One bed, Yume. How could you miss that?" No sooner are you back in the office than you confront her.

"What?" Her innocence is a little too wide-eyed for your liking. "Sorry, I guess I screwed that one up!" She shrugs. "You've gotta admit, it's kind of funny. So, how was it?" She quirks an eyebrow.

"No comment."

[solar-wing]

I'm So Annoyed

Guys, I might have to find another platform other than Patreon, because they are now proving themselves to be just as restrictive and censoring as Tumblr.

I woke up to a notification saying Karma got hidden due to it “glorifying” sexual assault, rape, and coerced consent. Like did I not, DID I NOT, literally put that in the warnings when I posted it that said this work has themes of Non/Dubious Consent? And to say I'm glorifying it…

In what world is me writing a fictional scene where non-con/dubious consent events take place the equivalent of worshiping and praising rape and sexual assault? Like it's really baffling to me because when I say—when I say…there is stuff I've read and seen on Tumblr, Wattpad, PATREON, etc. that is just as—if not, 10x worse than what I wrote. And the number one common factor amongst a majority of them is that they’re female-centric characters and/or readers. Let's wake that tea up.

So it's okay when these other authors write Consenusl-Non-Consensual, Non-Consensual, Dubious Consent, etc. with mainly female readers or female characters. But, when I as a male author write about it with male characters/readers, all of a sudden, it's a problem?!?!

I'm so sick of having to deal with this. These platforms are so clearly biased against gay romance/erotica stories between males, because half of the stuff they flag us for, they’re consistently letting stories with female-centric characters get away with the exact same thing. And that's an issue in of itself because why is it more okay to write fiction about a female experiencing CNC, Non/Dubious Consent, but not a male?

sounds a bit misogynistic to me...but hey. What do I know? I'm a man who just wants to write his freaky-deeky stories and live, laugh, love.

Whatever, Karma is on Wattpad for anyone who still wants to read it. And if you guys have any recommendations for other platforms like Patreon that won't actively censor me, please let me know. I can't even repost the story on my Patreon for my paid subscribers because now every time I try, Patreon suddenly is experiencing this error that I’ve never had before posting it. But only if I try to repost the story itself. I posted an update about what happened with the story, and despite getting one error message at first, it still went through with no problem.

So, it looks like Patreon is now actively monitoring my account, making sure I don't repost the story they suddenly deem as a glorification of sexual violence but won't give the same energy to the thousands of other stories on their platforms that are the exact same as mine, the only difference being the sex/gender of whoever the main characters are.

[sillylittlejellyfish]

SharkBoy and LavaGirl

Synopsis: You and your twin brother get on camp with the help of Percy and his friends, your sister is lost and when they come back from looking from her they say that she died. Some years later and you're really close to Percy, or shall I say, SharkBoy. Maybe something may happen between you two?

Pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader, nico di angelo x twinsister!reader(platonic)

Warnings: English is not my first language,bad writing??, making out(nothing too heavy tho), some cuss words but there's like only 4? I changed a bit The original story and aged up a little the characters! They met when they were 14,jusr so you don't get lost while reading. Proofread once, so if there's anything wrong tell me! The "headers" are not mine,they are from @cafekitsune

Words:3.5K (I never wrote something this much before lmao)

a/n: I'm a bit sick theses days and work + school have been killing me. so it took me a while to write this one. I don't know if Iike it or not,let me know what you think!

Masterlist

Percy Jackson Masterlist

the strange monster comes my way, I feel the guitar pick necklace that Chiron, my teacher, gave me start to shift and it suddenly turns into a bow and arrow, I quickly grab them and shoot the arrow in the manticore, as I do this I quickly see it turn into ashes that fly with the wind.

I fall into my knees feeling tired, I look around for my brother and my sister  and I can't see them anywhere, but I see Groover,Annabeth and Percy running to me, I start to fall to the side  and my vision start to blur,before they could reach me, I pass out and everything I see is black.

Percy's POV

Y/n passed out just as soon as I reached her and Nico di Angelo, her twin brother, arrived as  soon as I got there, I grab her before she falls completely on the ground and I carry her I'm my arms, turning around and start walking to Grover and Annabeth with her in my arms and Nico right after me.

"Have you seen bianca?" Bianca is their sister,  we haven't seen her since we got here, but we can't look for her now, we gotta go back to the camp.

"Sorry Nico,but I haven't. We can look for her after we get you and y/n back to the camp" I make and apologetic look to him, Annabeth and Grover doing the same.

Time skip

We're in front of the camp now, as we approach more, I see Luke, I walk hurriedly to him with the others following me.

" We have to her to the infirmary Luke, I think she's exactly like me when I got here for the first time" I say to Luke as he sees y/n in my arms "we can introduce the camp to them later"

"Yes, he's right! Please take care of my sister!" Nico says and Luke shifts his gaze to him. " Alright, let's take care of your sister, you can take a bath while we take care of her, Annabeth will show you the bathroom and get you new clothes"

" Come with me,Nico. They'll take good care of her! After they finish you can stay with her in the infirmary" after she das this I see Nico become more relaxed and look more calm. "Okay.. I'll see you later sis!" He says and kiss her forehead, even though she's not awake.

Y/n's POV

I hear some people whispering as I start to shift in bed, slowly opening my eyes and trying to get used to the light of the room I am in right now, I see Nico, Annabeth and Percy talking. Where's Bianca?  I slowly sit on the bed and I see that they stopped talking and are looking at me now. "Hi... For how long I have been like this?" Nico jumps on me and says " Oh I'm so glad you finally woke up, you slept for almost four days, it was starting to scary me"

"Where's Bianca? Why she's not here?" I asked looking around the room, I see their expressions change and I start to become worried " guys, what happened to bianca? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Bianca's missing, I'm sorry! " Percy says, he's the guy that got us here, I think. "But don't worry, we'll bring her back safely" Annabeth complete his frase.

"Oh... Uhm, thanks? Please bring her back to us, it was always us three and we can't be without our sister!" And they respond together "don't worry,we will"

Two weeks has passed since I recovered and they went to look for Bianca, I've made some friends in camp half-blood and people here are cool with us, I thought that maybe in the start things would be strange,but it actually weren't, me and my brother are in the Hermes cabin, I didn't understand things completely in the start, but Luke was totally helpful and explained everything to us. Me and my twin always loved Greek mythology (and we share the same passion with pirates too,but nobody needs to know that) and it's crazy we're kind of part of it too now.

I get ou of cabin with Nico and I see Grover, Percy and Annabeth in the entrance of the camp " look,they're here" I say and start running to them with Nico, finally Bianca's here with us! As soon as I get to them I see that their faces are not too good,oh no... "Hey guys, and Bianca?" I look at them with hopeful eyes

They look at each other and right after they look at us "look,guys..." Percy starts " we're really sorry,but... Bianca died while we were fighting with a monster"what? It's like the ground was falling apart for me, I drop myself to my knees and start crying " what? BUT YOU PROMISE TO ME, TO US." I shout, I start feeling the ground tremble and they "flew" a little to the back, what the heck is happening? Are we doing this?  " YOU'RE LIERS!" Nico shouts too. I see some holes opening in the ground and lava starts bubbling inside them.

" Guys, we're really sorry, we swe-" they we're interrupted by the ground underneath them starting to crack, suddenly it opens  big hole and they fall inside of it, after this happens the hole closes and we are left desperate,sad and wondering how this happened. Soon Chiron comes and talks to us " Hey hey, it's alright, they'll be okay and you'll be okay too, I'm sorry that you have to go through this, but I assure you, everything will be okay" we actually got better after he said those words from us, but suddenly he looks to the tops of our heads making us look too, and there was a skull symbol above my head, I look at  Nico's head and it had the same symbol, as Chiron saw it he looked down at us "well, guess we know who's your father now,it explains why this happened. You guys will be better trained,don't worry!  I'll tell Luke to show you the hades cabin, now go pack you things" he says patting our heads and smiling at us.

We're already at our cabin, it's kind of comforting here.  I don't think we should've done that to them, they didn't deserve it, it wasn't their fault, I wish they forgive us when they come back(if they come back).

I hear a commotion in the entrance of the camp so me and Nico get closer and we see Percy injured with Annabeth and Grover carrying him, oh my god, he's like this because we sent them to god knows where? Good thing he is awake, I approache closer and say " I'm so sorry guys, it was just so much, I didn't mean to do that and now Percy's like this, I hope you guys can forgive us in the future,I'm so sorry, I swear" I say this fast and my eyes were in the verge of tears, Nico apologizes too and Percy says "it's alright guys,I'll get better soon and it's a normal thing you didn't know you could do that, it's okay! After I get treated we can talk better" as he finishes saying someone grab him and took him to the infirmary of the camp,Annabeth and Grover stay to talk to us and they forgave us too, explaining that this is a normal thing between half-bloods.

Narrator's POV

Four years have passed by and they got incredibly close, y/n and Percy were invencible together and they start going on a lot of missions together, with time passing they became best friends, and would spend  a lot of time together, their relationship was only becoming stronger with each day passing.

Y/n's POV

I'm currently training with my bow an arrow in the forest, this is my favorite place to train, I spend hours here anytime I can. The only person besides me that knows about this place is Percy. We're very close now, I like his friendship. It's like only we can understand each other. I stop traveling in my thoughts as soon as I heard steps close to me.

I turn around with my arrow read to aim as the sound becomes more audible, as the person appears I prepare to aim and I hear " IT'S ME, DON'T SHOOT" I hear and it's Percy's voice, it was him all this time, I almost shoot him "Come on drama queen, I wasn't going to shoot you" yes, I was " yes, you were! You think I don't know you enough to know what you think, LavaGirl?" "Oh come on SharkBoy, I should know you know me enough to see easily what I'm thinking about " we laugh " why you're here SharkBoy?"  Percy grins " well darling, I wanted to ask you to meet me by the forest after curfew" " and what will we be doing?" " It's a surprise LavaGirl, I won't tell you now!" " Oh come onn,please?" I pout at him " no, I won't tell you! You'll have to wait and see" "alright alright" I let out a small groan  and we head to camp.

After dinner me and my brother came to our cabin, we talked a little and hugged before going to bed., we've been doing this since Bianca died. I wait him to fall sleep and when he finally does, I get out of bed slowly and make my way to the door trying to he as quiet as possible, I get out successfully and I make my way to the forest, being careful so no one catch me.

I see Percy and quickly approach him and jump on him "SharkBoyyy, I missed you" he hugs me tighter " I missed you too princess" we're best friends,but Percy always make sure to call me cute nicknames, he even started calling me LavaGirl, after I started calling him SharkBoy, it's one of our favorite movies, since he stays alone in his cabin, we often make movie nights there. We always have the best time together, at least to me, it's the best part of my day.

Percy's POV

I smell her perfume as I hug her, she always smells so good, I don't even know how she smells good like this.  I prepared a surprise for her,I think she'll like it but I can't help getting nervous, but I can't show it because she'll know as soon as I show some emotion.

"Close your eyes" and when she closes her eyes put my hands on top of them so she can't peek "don't worry,I'll guide you" I say as I guide her to the little "beach" of the camp " And,wait a little bit.." I said dragging the 'and' " open your eyes" I say as I finish setting things up and lighting the last candle "so... Do you like it?"

She looks everywhere with her eyes shining, she smiles at me and I swear I've never seen her smile like this. She jumps in me and says "Perce, this is amazing! Oh my god, I have no words to explain how much I love this" I hug her even more tighter "I'm so glad you like it LavaGirl! Now come on, let's watch a movie and eat the things I brought"

Y/n's POV

I'm with Chiron waiting for my partner so that Chiron explain what we mission we're going to. The person's late. I hear someone running and the person opens the door panting from the run. I see Percy, of course he was late. But I'm glad the mission is with him.

"Hi, Percy! I'm glad you are finally here, sit next to Y/n so I can explain what type of mission you will do" Percy sits and Chiron starts explaining, it's a high risk mission even if we just hace to rescue artifact that's  really old and stuff. We get out of the room and start going to our own cabins to pack the things we're going to need.

After we finished packing our things, we met each other in front of the camp, we came to the city and now we're in the train station waiting for the train " I think we'll do just fine in this mission, you don't have to worry. You know I'll always take are of you,right?" Percy says to me, I don't even have to say anything for him to notice how I'm feeling "yes, and I'll always take care of you too" we smile and the train comes.

Percy's POV

We arrived on the place the mission is going on a while ago and Chiron was right, this mission is hard, like REALLY hard. Me and her have been fighting with endless monsters since we got here and these monsters are the worsts, there's a lot of them. I'm currently fighting with one monster and y/n's fighting with another one. Her monster is the bigger one, I see she's struggling and I do my best to kill the monster so  can go help her.

As I finish fighting the monster, I look at her and my world falls as I see the monster cutting her abdomen with his claws. I grab Riptide and run in full charge towards the monster, he was the one with the artifact, and jump sticking Riptide right on his back. I see him disappearing and the artifact falling on the ground, I put on my backpack and turn to her  quickly seeing that she passed out, it freaks me out so I run to her, grab her from the ground and run with her to the forest. This forest took us to the camp.

I see the entrance and start running even faster to the camp,when I get there I see too many people and one of them was Nico, I look at him in the verge of tears and he mouths to me " it's okay, she'll be alright"  I nod to him and I take her to the infirmary. Any God, don't let her die,please. I need to tell her.

Y/n's POV

Fuck,my stomach hurts as hell. What happened? Where's Percy? Is he okay? Where am I? I shift and feel a pain in my whole body. Ugh, I'm destroyed! I open my eyes and blink a few times, I'm in the infirmary? The last thing I remember doing is fighting that monster...

I sit in my bed and see Percy right beside me, sleeping in a chair, I try to stay quiet as I admire his features. He's almost drooling, wish I had a camera here so I could threaten him later.

He starts moving a little in the chair, he opens his eyes and blink a few times to adjust to the lights, I think. He looks at me and then looks around the room, then he jumps in the chair and looks at me with surprised eyes "YOU'RE AWAKE?!?!" He hugs me making me laugh and as he tightens the hug making me hiss a little from the pain " sorry, it's just.. YOU'RE AWAKEEEE!" He screams excitedly again making me laugh once again and say " Yes,I'm awake! What happened SharkBoy? Why I'm here?"

"The monster cut your abdomen, he caught you unprepared for his moves and got his claws on you. I'm sorry, I should have protected you, I broke my promise. " His voices breaks and he's on the verge of tears,my heart breaks seeing him like this "it's not you fault Perce! I should have seen him coming and you were too busy fighting with another monsters, I'm so sorry for making you fell like it was your fault" he hugs me again e give me a kiss on the forehead " you shouldn't be sorry for anything, love "

It was hard for me to get used to nicknames, at first I would get red and stutter a bit, with time I just got used to it. I stopped thinking about this as soon as I hear him saying " hey? Are you listening? " I look at him and I see that I got distracted thinking about this " yes,I'm sorry" I laugh it off "I just got distracted thinking about some things " it's alright! Tonight you need to come to my cabin so we can do a movie night, you were asleep for almost a week! I was getting more and more worried"

Me and Perce talked more about watching the movies and he said that I had to go with a formal dress, I don't understand why but I didn't mind it. He said I had to be ready by 7 p.m I put on a dark blue dress and do a quick makeup,but nothing too elaborated. The time passes fast and as I finish putting on my perfume, someone knocks on my door.

I walk fast and open the door seeing Percy in a suit holding a bouquet of roses,my favorites.I never thought he would be so handsome with a suit.

"Hi... You look amazing, darling" I hear he say and I immediately smile "thanks, you're not too bad yourself" he smiles too and give me the flowers " this is for you" "thanks, these are my favorites!" He offers me his arms and says " let's go?" I nod and we head to his cabin.

He opens the door for me and says " Ladies first" I thank him and enter, he made a whole dinner table and set candles and rose petals all over the place, this looks amazing.

"Perce, this is perfect! Nobody's ever done this for me" of course I went on dates with guys, but none of them ever did anything like this "and that shocks me everytime I remember about it. You're perfect princess and you deserve all the best things in the word" I feel tears rose up in my eyes and I hug him giving a peck on his cheeks "you're amazing, did you know that?"

We go to the table and he pushes the chair for me, gesturing for me to sit and when I sit he goes to his chair and sit too.

"They're coming to serve the food now" "They? Who?" I hear steps so I look behind me, seeing my brother and his boyfriend Will coming with the food and my favorite soda "I can't believe you did this " I laugh " you two look so cute as waiters" I couldn't lost the opportunity of joking with them " oh, shut up! you're literally on a date and you're teasing us?" My brother said and I blushed but teased him again " look at him being so defensive about his boyfriend" me and Percy laugh and thy and up laughing too, whenever we're together it's like this, amazing " alright, we should let them go now, so they can be with each other in your cabin" "okay okay, bye guys"

They go away after putting the food on the table. We eat and talk about how things were when I was in the infirmary and when we finish eating he says "so... I wanted to have dinner with you so that I could say this..." He walked around the table and stopped in front of me gesturing for my hand and when I gave him he pushed me up delicately and continued saying " You're amazing, incredibly perfect and all of you is beautiful, not only the outside, but the inside too! You proved to be so amorous and careful with others. Since I saw you for the first time I felt a connection with you and now I can't imagine my life without you. The truth is... I'm in love with you and all I can think about is you, my world almost ended in the time you were in the hospital because I thought you would die without knowing that I love you" he lefts me speechless, I don't know how to respond.

" Look, it's okay if you don't feel the sa-" I shut him up by kissing him, at first he's too surprised to do anything, but then he started kissing me back, he grabbed my hip,making me gasp. " So... do you love me too?" He whispers making both of us laugh "of course I do,you idiot " he kisses me again.

I shift my hands from his shoulders to his chin and hair, gripping it tightly. He grabs my tights and whispers "jump" between our kisses, I do as he says and he puts one hand on my butt and the other one on my hips. The kiss gets more heated as he kisses down to my neck making me become a little breathless. I feel he smile in my neck and leave a bite there and marking my neck, he lifts his head so that his mouth is on my ear "now everyone's going to know that you're mine" and chuckles " you're an idiot, did you know that?" "Yes,but I am your idiot!"

"Now come on princess, let's watch our favorite movies!"

a/n: so... did you guys like it? Bcs I don't like it that much! I plan on writing a Clarisse imagine soon,what do you think? You can send me requests on the Masterlist(s), on my profile or in messaging me <3

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated 🫶🏻

Kisses,

From your favorite star ⭐🤍

[lesbianwyllravengard]

Wyll breaking up with the player character if Ulder dies so Wyll must become the Duke makes me wanna throw up sobbing because he actually thinks that just because his father's first duty being to Baldur's Gate made him a Bad Father that Wyll himself will inevitably be a Bad Lover because surely no one could match love with duty if his father couldn't, unknowing he has more love in one hand than his father had in his entire body. fuck

[airas-story]

Fighting the battle against the brain weasels tonight, who are busy trying to convince me to do the thing that I know (think? hope?) I'll deeply regret come morning. Not sure if I'm winning or losing right now.

[amethystpath-writes]

Medieval setting villain-in-hiding knight x vigilante undercover-heir to the throne? 👀👀

Embers

NOT A PR0MPT

You speak my language, friend.

******

"I know what you are doing."

Villain looked up. In turn, the orange light reflecting off his black hair and armor shifted in oblong and strange shapes. "Warming myself by the fire?" His eyes found the light again, not paying any additional mind to the blond in front of him.

“Beyond that." The first man rolled his eyes. He seemed upset at receiving such a casually disinterested answer. Truthfully, it should have been obvious. Such an attitude was fitting on these grounds, during times like these.

War.

Revolution.

Starving.

Death.

"Your camouflage is almost convincing, though not efficient enough. Tell me, what is your name, raven-head?" The blond was over-the-top, in his own refined sort of way. His voice carried out like a song, every word a beat too long- as if he were performing, though not very good at it.

Without shifting, or even raising his chin, Villain lifted his hooded eyes. He regarded the blond enough to say his attention was captured, but not enough that he particularly cared- nor did he find the joke funny. Raven-head. He scoffed. "Tell me yours first."

The blond chuckled, taking a seat on a rotting log across from Villain- or, Raven-Head. "See, that is where you go wrong. You act victimized, untrusting."

At this, Villain furrowed a brow, an action which said, 'Keep it down.'

"It might not be obvious to everyone, but I can see the veil you are trying to hide behind. You would have told me your name, otherwise. You would have tried to befriend me, and become a pair that defied death- conquered it."

"What makes you an expert at spotting bunnies in bushes?" As far as Villain was concerned, the blond had as much of a problem blending in as himself. The theatrics were too much, the speech too proper, and the curiosity much too unsettling.

"Are you admitting this"- he gestured at the Villain's attire- "is a bluff? You cannot possibly be a knight."

In response, Villain shrugged. "You tell me. Who am I if not who I say?"

The blond suggested, “A friend?”

The fire crackled between the two knights. They observed each other silently, one suspicious, and the other knowing.

“Most would call me the enemy.” Villain found the blond's gaze before shrugging. "You can decide for yourself."

"If I knew your intentions well enough, I would."

Villain chuckled lowly. "If you would honestly consider me as an enemy, should you be this close?"

"A fire separates us."

"A fire that could be extinguished- or walked around, lunged across, kicked in your direction-"

"I get it," the blond snapped.

It was now that both soldiers looked to the short flames. Villain thought about how else he could weaponize the fire- although it was gradually becoming more embers than spindles of heat.

Giving another shrug, Villain began to stand and walk away. It wasn't long before the blond expectingly stopped him.

"Wait, wait, wait."

Villain waited, neck craning over his shoulder in the blond's direction. He hummed, encouraging the man to speak.

"You are right- I have no idea who you are, but I have reason to suspect you are not who you say. That is enough for me."

"What do you want, then?" Villain faced him fully again, knowing this would be yet another conversation- one he couldn't just walk away from.

"A partner, someone to confide in- I am not sure."

"Give me something to work with, Blondie." Villain wasn't exactly prepared to be someone to confide in- he barely confided in himself. When he did, he found himself questioning the reality of his current blending in with the ranks. ‘What am I doing here, honestly?’ he would ask himself.

"I am the - son," the man blurted across the fire.

Luckily, the fire- if you could even call it such at that point- had popped, interrupting him. Still, Villain knew what he had meant. “You are Vigilante? The- the runaway! The king’s eldest son!” He kept his voice low, secretive.

He nodded, but then quickly corrected, "Second eldest."

Villain stiffened. He'd known the blond was someone, but he didn't think he was a royal. "You have no care for who I am at all," Villain noted. "Why are you here?"

"My father started a war," the prince said uneasily. He avoided Villain's gaze for the most part, opting to watch the fire instead. It was dying out without anyone to kindle the flames. "We need a better king."

"And you think your brother would make a better one."

The prince tossed his hands around awkwardly. "Not necessarily," he almost whined, "but anyone would be better. We are going to war over sticks, you know? Trees. Land. Like it will do us any better. We have no need for wood and we can barely take care of the people we have. I can never imagine having more until we know how to feed the ones who feed the palace."

It was easy to tell Vigilante had been talking to himself towards the end.

"Personally," Villain felt as though he was taking a risk by saying this, that maybe it was going too far. Of course, it was a last second plan, and there were so many aspects which could go wrong, but there were also so many that could go right. "I think you would make a better king than your father and any of your brothers."

Looking at the Prince, Villain could tell he’d said the right thing. The man was beaming from cheek to cheek, and even asked, “You really believe so?”

“I do.” Villain never intended on meeting the king or his sons. The job was supposed to be much simpler. Blend in with the ranks, learn their strategies, devise a plan against them, then do it again to the next battalion. Eventually, he would work his way up to killing the king- but boy was this even better. Not only would he take the king’s life, but he would take the princes out one after the next, all under the blond man’s guise. “In fact, I am even willing to help you become king.”

“You would do that? Truly?”

Villain smiled with a dagger’s edge. “Absolutely.”

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[troublcmakcrs]

//i respect literally no one on tumblr except my mutuals on this blog specifically i'm so serious

[bluepallilworld]

each time I make a post about a fic of mine, I wished I had a gif to add

like it was a known media and you could just find it in the gifs

nothing to do with it being famous (very much not my goal XD)

just

I like gifs

I like lil' moving characters

[nostalgia-tblr]

Today I wrote about 900 words \o/ But only 100 of those were in the thing I wanted to add words to :( And most of them are in the wrong chapter. :( :(

[coralineandthesapphicfantastic]

I'm out here making RPF OCs you can't even imagine. My mind is open. My spirit is soaring. Haters lament my whimsy and power.

[keeps-ache]

i have two youtube accounts open as well as youtube music and each of them have a different playlist open and each playlist has like the same song in them that i keep replaying but in a different playlist

[sabertoothwalrus]

do you think Falin's chimerism would affect her lifespan and behaviors? or just her body? maybe she can make more animalistic noises or has vague dragon-like instincts?

that’s a really good question! I think we could probably figure this out by taking a look at what we know about Falin, what we know about red dragons, whether these things would apply to Falin, and go from there.

The obvious external changes Falin has are: her eyes, her teeth, and her feathers.

It’s hard to pin down what Falin is like! Throughout the duration of the manga, she wasn’t really a character so much as a plot device. We have almost nothing told from her point of view, and the majority of her unbiased (as in, we’re seeing her through a neutral lens and not another character’s perception of her) characterization is from the post-canon omake.

Even Falin believes that her wanderlust might come from her dragon side, but she's not sure. Personally, I think it’d make a lot of sense if it kind of does, in the sense that she has 20/20 vision now, haha! For most of her life, she could probably only see clearly within a relatively small sphere surrounding her, and now she can see everything. She can look up and around freely in a way she couldn’t before. Fuck man, if I had magic lasik I’d probably go out more too.

Some other quirks that are really unclear whether it’s typical for Falin or chimera-influenced:

she enters rooms through windows, sometimes. And given the leaves in her hair, I think it’s reasonable to assume this is not the first floor 💀 But who knows! Maybe that’s not new for Falin.

She points out that Laios’s scent could deter monsters. Maybe she has enhanced smell. But again, it isn’t unreasonable to think this is something she would have said before. (I think even Chilchuck and Izutsumi, whose senses of smell are enhanced, can’t identify scents well. Kuro, however, can.)

VIOLENCE! But again, we’ve seen her beat shit with her staff before, and she also used to wield a flail. It IS a trait for red dragons to fight any large threat, so if anything, she’s got even better monster fighting instincts than before. I don't think this would carry over to people. Falin has always been better with people, and I'm personally not a fan of seeing her depicted as territorial or possessive. Marcille is already the possessive one, and didn't need dragon blood to be like that.

Ultimately, I don't think her dragon traits extend much farther beyond this. Especially when you consider How Little the dragon is represented as in her conscience.

it's not like it's a 50/50 split. She's like a person with a dragon ratatouille. I don't think she'd be able to make dragon noises. I don't think her body is built for that. I know there's like, a set list of tropey characteristics that are given to almost every non-human character in fiction. and sure that's FINE but they tend not to be especially personalized to the character, and tend to just be an excuse to write them OOC. Like, sure, dragons may have instincts regarding sleep habits, hunting, courting, raising young, etc etc, but so do humans! And we don't compulsively act on every instinctual whim we have. I don't see why it'd be any harder for her new dragon instincts.

If anything, I think she'd feel more affected by the fact that she has part of the demon in her.

I don't think Falin's in any sort of trouble. All the demon was was a way to communicate with people. Here, it's representing Falin's tether to the infinite realm, to mana itself. The winged lion no longer has the desire to consume anymore because, yknow, Laios has that now. This is very likely why she no longer needs to chant to cast magic.

But what else does this mean for her? She already had unusually high reserves of mana + an innate connection with spirits, but is her mana essentially limitless now? How would that affect her lifespan? I'm leaning towards, it wouldn't really?? But is she immune to mana sickness now? Is it more like her magic is just sort of amplified like it would be in a dungeon?

We can infer that having more mana doesn't increase your lifespan, because-- while elves and gnomes have both naturally high levels of mana and longer lifespans-- dwarves live longer but have lowest levels of mana of all.

So to answer your question! Maybe a little bit?? But I don't think she'd change a whole lot.

[spittingstar]

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[churipu]

OUTFIT CHECK 𓆝 ⋆｡𖦹°‧

ִ ࣪𖤐 featuring. gojo satoru, nanami kento, iatdori yuuji x reader

ִ ࣪𖤐 warnings. jjk men being in love with you.

note. i'm back! i managed to fit in writing this in the middle of my midterms, i just finished my qualitative research paper for the midterms and i have 3 more take home exams to do. i hope you like this piece <33

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

you stood in front of the mirror, shifting your body from side to side, eying your reflection from different angles. raising a brow, you heaved out a soft sigh — before eventually twirling to face gojo who had been sitting on the edge of the bed. his icy blue eyes had been gazing at you for as long as you've been standing in front of the mirror against your reflection.

"'toru, do you think i look—"

gojo hushes you, putting a finger onto your lips, shutting you up immediately, "no, you don't look bad, and no your outfit doesn't look weird. you look beautiful," he rattles with a small smile.

"but i just feel like something's wrong with my combination," you said, stepping back to disperse from his finger, "like something's out of place. i just don't know what . . ."

gojo slipped an arm across your shoulder, turning your body to face your reflection, "i don't see anything wrong with your outfit or you, baby — you're really pretty . . . and i look pretty amazing too," he winked cheekily at the mirror, kissing the side of your face.

the male had been sitting on the edge of the bed, paying attention to you analyzing your own outfit for the past fifteen minutes. twirling here and there, stepping backwards and forwards cluelessly. the male didn't see anything wrong with your outfit or you, in fact, you looked absolutely stunning in his point of view.

his comment made you break a small smile.

"is this top too revealing?" you turn your back to the mirror, revealing a slight peek at your fragrant s/c skin.

"baby, baby," he scoffs, "i'm the strongest, i can fight, you know? and you look beautiful in that top, you should wear it often, yeah?" his slender fingers grazes over your exposed skin gently, sending shivers down your spine.

a string of laughter escaped your throat, "i love you, you know that?"

the male leaned in and pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose, "i love you more. no complaints."

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

"do you think the top suits the bottom?" you asked nanami after changing into your third pants of the day — brows furrowed in frustration as nothing seemed to be clicking.

nanami raised his eyes from the book he had in his grasp, "you look beautiful," he complimented yet again for the third time.

"kento, how am i supposed to pick an outfit when you keep complimenting them all? help me pick one, will you?" nanami didn't understand why you were insistent on the 'mismatched' outfit (at least you think it is).

but in his eyes, everything seemed well-matched. he'd say it's a 11/10 for your ability to match these outfits of yours, "how? you look beautiful in them all."

groaning out, you raise two bags. a black and sage green bag, "pick one."

nanami inspected the two bags and then looked back at your outfit briefly, "the sage green one would fit perfectly with your outfit now," he pointed.

"okay. how about a jacket, do you think i'll need one?" you questioned, rummaging through the closet, "you always have a hunch of what i'd feel, it's your judgement."

he pondered your words for a bit, "take a jacket. forecast said it's going to be cold tonight, i don't want you getting sick."

you chuckled and bobbed your head, "right. anything else i should bring?"

"pepper spray."

"check."

"be careful, yes? call me if anything happens," nanami whispers, standing up from the bed — initially he wanted to come along with you to meet your friends. but he thought that he'd be a bother to you so he stopped himself from asking, "i love you so much."

"i love you more," you kissed his lips, to which he returned.

"let's drop you there, hm?" nanami grabs your hips, giving your flesh a slight squeeze, leading you out of the house.

𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐉𝐈

"y/n, do you — oh, wow."

yuuji stood, a hand on the handle of the door he just opened and another on the doorway. his jaw dropped at the sight of you, his partner.

you stood in front of a mirror, blinking cluelessly at his reaction. not knowing whether it was his surprise because of how good you looked or the other way around, "yuuji? do i what?"

yuuji blinked himself back into reality, entering the room mutely, his back leaned onto the shut door, "where are you off to?"

shaking your head you gazed back at your reflection, "i'm just mix and matching for a hang out with nobara tomorrow, does this look funny?"

he shook his head harshly, "no, no, you look really nice! really pretty," yuuji honestly said before inhaling, you quite literally took his breath away.

"really? the color suits?" you asked, pinching the shirt you're wearing, "is the pants a bit too short?"

yuuji stood still, "no . . . you — wow, you just look so pretty y/n. i don't know what else to tell you . . ." he whispers, entranced by your figure as he detached his back from the door to approach you.

mustering out a smile, you gave him a hug, "thanks yuuji, you're the best."

he nuzzled his nose into your hair, "you're so beautiful," yuuji mumbled before kissing the crown of your head.

all of a sudden, yuuji pulls back, his face stern and a frown on his face, "how come you're going out with kugisaki and i'm not invited?" he asks you, narrowing his eyes.

"baby, i promise it's just me and her. i'll get you something special on the way back and then we can watch movies? your pick." you pinched his cheeks gently.

"any movies?"

you nod, "any movies."

"okay! deal." yuuji beams out, kissing your cheek.

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[benegesseritofficial]

The effects of face paint on Harrowhark's psyche

I've now cosplayed Gideon Nav 3 times, with my wife along as Harrow every time. Naturally, this has included full face paint for both of us each time and I have some thoughts.

Let me start by asserting that everything Muir writes in TLT about the face paint is accurate. Rubbing off your lips first, smearing into gray where the black and white meet, the way sweat makes it ooze but not run. I can't say if Muir (a known Homestuck) ever cosplayed as a troll, but I'm positive she tested out the practicality of the skull face paint or otherwise has first hand experience with extensive use of grease paint. Also, the way she describes normal people flinching when they see you is spot on.

I've noticed while putting on the make up that once most of my skin is covered, any flesh tones sticking out start to become unsettling. Specifically, the red/pink of the inner mouth and around the eyes jump out upsettingly. Every time I've done skull paint I find myself meticulously trying to patch over these edges of skin, despite knowing that it's inside skin that Shouldn't Have Make Up On It. Once my face is monochrome, I don't want to be able to see a scrap of real human under there. Smiling, or otherwise opening your mouth wide enough to see the pink, looks UNSETTLING. My own skin causes the uncanny valley effect. You see where this is going. In NtN we learn Harrowhark disassociates often enough that Crux isn't surprised or concerned to see "Harrow" insisting she's someone else. Obviously this is due to her schizophrenia, and perhaps trauma besides. But it doesn't account for every aspect of why Harrow's "like that." On her most lucid days Harrow ignores her body to the point of sweating blood and passing out. She goes entire days without eating. She thinks of herself as a skeleton unfortunately covered in flesh. She sleeps in her paint.

All of which is heinous, but that last one has stuck with me. From age 13-18 I barely glanced down while I showered and whatever I saw I basically blocked out. I wore underwear and a bra under my pajamas to sleep every night. I was going through the wrong puberty, "my body was in open rebellion" as I liked to say at the time, and the only way to cope was to bind it down and pretend it wasn't happening. By Gideon's narration in HtN one gets the impression most nuns of the Ninth are putting their paint on after breakfast and taking it off when they get home. It's not even expected the average person wears it every time they leave the house. But Harrow regularly only takes her paint off in order to redo it. I suspect a combination of being the most brainwashed person in her own cult, knowing how she was conceived, and the regular disassociation make it very difficult for Harrow to conceptualize that she actually lives in a body. If she faced that fact head on she'd have to ask why it so often feels someone else is using her body. She'd have to cope with owning this body, being a part of this body, that was bought with the blood of 200 children who should have been her peers and friends. Instead she pretends it's an object on loan from them. And she does it with 10 layers of black petticoats and so much paint she never has to see her own skin.

Which brings me to the final thing I've noticed wearing full face paint. It dehumanizes you to yourself and everyone around you. I couldn't read my own expressions in a mirror. Even people who understood and were delighted with my cosplay were visibly nervous talking to me. You don't look like a person. Studies have shown that faces wearing heavy make up are ranked as harder to read and perceived as less empathetic. It's a particularly insidious trap of patriarchy that many women find self esteem in wearing make up, while that very act makes everyone around them treat them more callously. And, worst of all, if you stop wearing it once you're used to it, your naked face is shocking. You look sick due to your colors being less bold and the normal small flaws of your face appear unbearably ugly. With all this in mind, Harrow has trapped herself in a feedback loop of not being able to witness her own face and becoming more and more disgusted with the flesh and person underneath whenever she has to glance at it.

[klausysworld]

hey, so i’ve been having this scene in my head for days where y/n and klaus are kidnapped by some witches and they are put under a sex spell that makes both of them really horny. they gotta have intercourse for the witches to draw the energy that comes from simultaneous orgasms or something like that. they are reluctant at first especially y/n but klaus manages to convince/seduce her and they end up having the best sex of their life. could you write something like that pls?

Timeless Desire

Klaus groaned softly, rolling onto his back and peeling his eyes open. The light stung at his pupils making then shrink momentarily before they expanded beyond their usual diameter.

His body ran hot and a familiar but much more intense ache rolled through his body, his lower body especially. With a stiff grunt he placed his hand over his crotch, an immediate cry leaving him with how incredibly hard he was.

"Fuck" He breathed, lifting his spinning head and forcing himself up onto to find himself in a plain, bright room. He was fully dressed but he felt the need to tear each material from his skin. Just as he started to tug at the hem of his shirt his attention was pulled to a soft moan, one that made his loins stir.

Klaus spun round to see a vaguely familiar girl curled up in the corner. Dressed in a floaty dress that meant that the delicious scent of her arousal spread through the room like a wild fire. His eyes found hers, she was afraid that much was clear and if he were honest, he was also a little nervous but she looked scared of him and he didn't understand why.

His lips parted to speak but before he could, someone else's voice piped up.

"Perfect. You're both awake!" The voice was cold and mildly amused. Klaus felt his anger spike, he knew this witch. Not personally but he knew who it was and the type of shit this guy did. But the girl didn't, Klaus could tell that she was lost. "Now I know you're a little scared honey, but don't panic, I'm not here to hurt you." The guy grinned, adressing the girl before gesturing to Klaus "But he might" He whispered to her and Klaus frowned, confused. Did he know her? "Now you should recognise each other just a little bit. This, honey, is Klaus Mikaelson" He smirked and she sniffed, backing further into the corner, "And this is Y/n Y/l/n, you met once, she's part of Jackson's or I suppose now it's Hayley's pack" The witch explained and Klaus's eyes went wide. Hayley had introduced them, once, and he had liked her. He had flirted and teased but nothing came of it, so why was she here? Why was he here?

"What is this, exactly?" Klaus questioned, brows furrowed and eyes darting to Y/n who was squeezing her thighs together tightly.

"You know what it is and you're not gonna fight it. There are dozens of us who will benefit from this ritual and you will complete it by the next full moon." The witch told him sternly and Klaus's expression darkened.

"You're sick" He spat, he knew the ritual he meant. It was a power draw. Two supernaturals, when simultaneously orgasming would release a specific type of power that could be used and twisted to perform some of the biggest spells. Werewolves especially, their hormones are so high. And Klaus? He was perfect for this type of sorcery.

"Sick or not, It's necessary. You have a month, get to know each other if you have to. Or if you want to get back to your daughter them make it happen as soon as you can, hm?" He snapped and Klaus growled.

He knew what the witch was suggesting and based on how Y/n cried "No" , she knew too. The magic wielder left and Klaus looked to Y/n who was shaking her head.

"Please don't" She whimpered and Klaus sighed, brushing his hand over his hair and groaning at the sweat that coated him from how his skin boiled.

"I'm not...I won't make you do anything" He told her, trying to keep his distance but suddenly the room felt so much smaller.

They stayed in opposite corners, silent and uncomfortable. Sometimes she would cry and he would whisper that it was okay and they would get out but he knew it was useless.

When night came it was freezing, unbelievably and her body trembled. He knew what they were doing. They wanted them to lay together to conserve their heat, to touch. Instead, klaus pulled his henley over his head and pushed it over to her so she may warm up.

They stayed silent for days before Y/n began to struggle. His eyes had met her fading ones in the centre of the night and he nodded, getting up and coming over to her.

"It's okay" He whispered, laying down beside her and spooning her delicate figure against him. His cock was solid and pressed right against her ass but he didn't grind himself or say anything, he just needed to keep her warm and alive until the night was over.

But in the morning, the temperature was all the way up and their bodies were practically stuck together. Y/n was dragging the henley over her head, her body pressed against Klaus's and it made him bite down on his tongue hard. Her hips shifted without meaning to and Klaus groaned, bucking his hips against her firm ass. A whine left her and he grunted.

"Fuck, I'm- I'm sorry" He muttered, crawling away from her. He felt like a dog, a weak, panting dog that was desperate for water. His mind was hazy with her so close, he wanted her. He wanted to taste her, to feel her, hear her. Y/n looked so soft, so perfect.

She had curves, he could see them through the dress when she laid and he needed them.

But he couldn't, she was still scared and he couldn't make her. He would do a lot of things but he would not force her.

Klaus tried to stay away from her in the day, only touch at night for heat but then they started to get hungry, physically. Y/n needed food and Klaus needed blood. The witches said Klaus must feed from her and if Y/n wanted food then she would have to earn it. The deal was that for each minute they kissed, she would get a pice or a slice of something. No specifications, just something to entice her.

She was famished when she looked up at him, eyes wet with tears that hadn't yet fallen. Klaus softened, again, and let her shuffle over. His arms wrapped loosely around her waist and whispered gently in her ear. "It's going to be alright sweetheart, just a minute so you can get something okay? I won't hurt you"

Y/n leaned close to him, needing to feel safe and he could do that. She knew the witches were watching and it was unsettling but she also knew that she needed to eat.

So she closed her pretty eyes and let their lips collide. It was supposed to be closed mouth and quick but once they both got a small taste, they yearned for more.

Y/n broke first, surprisingly, and moaned against his lips. As soon as her mouth opened, his tongue was inside and their little kiss became an intense make out session. The heat was too much again and Klaus was pulling her to straddle his lap whilst his tongue fucked her mouth passionately.

They were both blissfully unaware of the time passing by as their bodies rubbed together desperately and her legs spread invitingly for him to lay between as he pushed her onto her back and bunched her dress up. His cock was so close to tearing through his boxers as he dragged his jeans down his hips roughly. Y/n was tugging at him overly eagerly, needing him inside her.

However as soon as he hand grabbed at her panties, her eyes flew open. A gasp leaving her throat and her face pulled away making his wolf growl and hers whine. The fear was back and he could smell it. He panted and let go of her underwear. His eyes listed to meet hers and she whimpered, but she didn't look too scared, she was still lustful.

But they didn't have time to talk about it. Not when a tray had appeared in the opposite corner. Y/n had scrambled over there, grabbing at the pieces of pancake and the berries. Klaus cleared his throat and pulled his trousers back on, he felt embarrassed but he knew he couldn't be due to the circumstances.

He came and sat by her whilst she ate, he was watching over her. Klaus had become protective. The witches had come in one night and tried to take her clothes, to speed the process and since that night he made sure to stay close. He had to fight them off, he almost turned and they knew not to touch her again. He knew that they were still winning, they wanted him to feel possessive and it was working.

He would look around the room, searching for where they were watching them from. He could never find it. In the end his attention would end up back on Y/n.

Once she had devoured everything on her plate, she was snuggling up to him and ready to sleep. There wasn't much to do bug struggle and sleep. The only issue was when she needed to sleep in the daytime. In sunlight hours, it was far too hot to be touching, as the next week came by Klaus ended up sitting in just his boxers during the day. Y/n had torn her dress so it was shorter but eventually it was shredded entirely and she was left in her bra and panties.

It felt so much better in the day but at night? Klaus often worried she would die. Even with their werewolf bodies generating heat, she wasn't strong enough for the temperatures they were putting them through. He would be wrapped around her, on top of her, holding as much over her as possible so that she was as warm as he could have her. It was in the night that he would feed from her. It felt so intimate, too intimate and he couldn't have the witches seeing and he couldn’t have the combination of the heat, her body and feeding all at once so he did it in the cold and dark.

Sometimes, his hands would stroke her skin whilst he fed and when he pulled his mouth away from his neck he would give her little kisses as a thank you. But little kisses weren't a thing. They got sloppy fast and they would be dry humping in minutes.

Too many times one of them had cum in their pants. It resulted in them both completely naked. Y/n had clung onto her bra but he had torn it off her when in a frenzy.

Their lack of clothing made everything difficult.

Klaus wished that the witches could've drawn power from the times he had cum against her leg in the night but he knew that had to be inside her and they had to do it in unison. It was the only way.

He missed his family. He needed to get home, Hope probably thought he had left her but whenever he looked at Y/n, he couldn't ask her to do it. How could he? In the span of weeks he felt that he loved her, he couldn't hurt her.

They had been lead together all night and all day, despite the heat. Their mouths seemed permanently attached, always kissing, licking, loving. Klaus didn't realise how it would feel to cum without any friction. To simply get so hard that he couldn't hold it in. His cock felt like it had exploded with ecstasy. Y/n had giggled when it went all over her stomach, she had stroked his hair gently while he panted and let her kiss his jaw.

"I love you" He whispered to her one day, it was on the fourth week but they didn't know that. Time wasn't real to them. It felt like months had passed with the amount of time they had spent together.

Y/n didn't reply, it hurt him but he understood.

"Would you lie to me...so that you could get out of here?" She asked him a while later, voice weak and eyes avoiding him.

"No" He whispered. "If I were ever going to do that, I would have done that in the first few days. I promise you, I won't ever hurt you. That full moon and come and go, they can torture me but I will never-"

"We have to...I know we do...I just- I"

"I know" He murmured, stroking her arm. "I'll take care of you" It was a promise.

"They'll watch..." She whispered, and he could see that inkling of fear again. It only appeared when the witches were mentioned or showed themselves.

"I'll hide you" He whispered, he pulled her into his hold. "We can be right up in the corner, they'll only see me."

"They've already seen me" She uttered and his heart broke, he was sure of it. He cupped her face and pressed their foreheads together.

"I'm going to rip their eyes from their heads as soon as we get out of here, I promise you" He told her, his voice incredibly low so that they couldn't hear. Y/n nodded silently and sighed softly.

"Maybe just...try something smaller first?" She questioned and he tilted his head but caught on when she shyly touched his hand, his fingers.

"Yeah...we can do that" He whispered, caressing her hand gently and lifting it to kiss her palm. "I can do that for you" He nodded whilst his hands glided down her sides, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Y/n whimpered softly and closed her eyes, focusing on the intoxicating sensations he created.

His lips pressed to her cheek before scattering down her neck, sucking briefly to make her moan whilst his hands massaged her thighs. Y/n pressed herself right to him, her skin on his and her breath against his ear whilst he brushed his touch between her legs.

A low groan left him when he felt how wet she was, not that he expected less. She had been permanently soaked since they were put here. He had felt it through his clothes at the start, when they would move against one another; more recently she would grind on his thigh but he hadn't been able to really touch her how he wanted. She was much more aware than he was which surprised him with his years of restraint and experience.

Many moments of weakness had struck him. He would stroke himself as quietly as he could but he knew that she knew. They were both far too physically sensitive to feel the psychological shame. To begin with they did but now? They had accepted the desperation. They were submitting to it.

That was obvious when his forefinger slipped inside her with ease. Y/n whimpered and curled her fingers against his shoulders whilst her pussy clenched. Klaus pushed a second finger in with only slight resistance and slowly moved them in time.

"It's alright" He mumbled, kissing the side of her head "You're nice and wet for me" He whispered and she moaned softly. Her eyes squeezed shut and her head rest against his neck to muffle her sounds. His thumb hovered over her clit, encouraging her to move her hips in time with his hand.

They started tentative and gentle but the heat took over soon enough. His digits moved inside her as quickly as physically possible, her hips bucked in a frenzy and her moans were no longer hidden and quiet. She was loud, desperate, hungry for him.

Klaus bit down on his tongue to shut himself up as he pumped three fingers into her enthusiastically. He was certain he could stretch her wide enough for his whole hand but he didn't need to. She bit down on his shoulder when she came around his hand with no warning other than a broken cry.

He expected her to be exhausted but she only seemed more eager for him to finally fuck her. Her mouth was on his in seconds, begging him to take her. His fingertips rubbed her clit, trying to bring her down from her high but it only riled her up further.

"Love" He mumbled, a groan to his voice, "Sweetheart"

Eventually she stopped and looked up at him. Her pupils were blown and he fought against every instinct as he cupped her sweet face and kissed her forehead.

"I'm sorry" she whispered "I got carried away"

Her cheeks were blushed red and it made him smile. "It's okay, I just didn't want you to keep going if you didn't actually want to" He murmured, knowing that the intensity of the witches magic was sending their bodies into overdrive.

Y/n nodded and glanced down at his hand with embarrassment.

"Why don't you go see if they've filled your tray?" He suggested softly so that her attention shifted. Y/n went to her feeding area and was able to relax and eat her only meal of the day whilst Klaus went to their usual sleep area. The remains of their clothes worked as some sort of bed and he sighed softly at the reality they were living in.

He promised himself that he would have her wrapped in the finest silk sheets, clad in the softest of clothes and fed the most exceptional of meals. He would care for her, he would get to care for his daughter again and see his family. He hoped they'd be happy to see him.

Similar thoughts swirled through his mind each night as he lay with her curled in his arms. Sometimes she would ask what he was thinking and he would tell her whilst she silently hoped that she would get to stay with him once they escaped.

As the full moon neared their scents became stronger and each little, harmless touch became much more intense. They both became more animalistic. Touch, food and sleep was all they wanted and it was all they got.

Klaus was far too happy with the recent development of being allowed to touch that sweet pussy of hers. His fingers were always inside her however after hours of having her fall apart on her hand she needed more. Which was how Klaus ended up with his mouth attached to her cunt for an entire night.

Much to his embarrassment Klaus had borderline begged her to touch his cock. Y/n had felt guilty for letting him struggle and stroked him until he was as much a mess as she had been.

They weren't aware that it was the night of the full moon when their lust overpowered them both.

The witches had the rest of their ingredients ready to draw from the two wolves once the moon hung high.

Klaus's mouth had moved up and down her body three times mover before his cock finally spread her pussy lips open. Her hands grabbed at his skin, her nails dragging up his back to pull him closer.

"Are you sure?" He breathed though he wasn't sure if he could actually stop himself if she said no. Thankfully she was all the more eager.

"Please Klaus, I'm sure, I'm ready" She begged, her eyes pleading with his and making him nod subconsciously and push into her.

The first few thrusts were as slow as he could manage as his fingers curled to grasp at the ground beneath them. His claws extended without him knowing whilst his cock thickened inside her and pushed against her soaking walls.

His head fell forward whilst hers went back and her own claws sunk deep into his flesh.

It only took a minute before control was tossed and Klaus's mind went into overdrive. His hips started to snap aggressively to hers, his ears longing to hear that harsh slap of their skin meeting and the immediate moan that left her lips.

His hands slid under her back to hold onto the back of her shoulders to get a good grip on her whilst he thrust into her roughly. Her legs were up around his hips and he could feel the heels of her feet hit against the base of his back with each thrust.

"God, I love you" He panted, his eyes burning gold as he clung to her tightly and pressed his lips to her jaw. Her cunt was so wet and hot, he never wanted to leave. She squeezed him so delightfully that his vision would go for a moment here and there.

Y/n couldn't close her mouth for even a second, her sounds were endless whilst she begged.

"Harder, Klaus. Please!" She cried, her claws shredding the skin of his back. He obeyed her demands and bucked his hips harsher, hitting that spot with more force.

Klaus watched her eyes roll back whilst her body tensed and tightened.

"Not yet, love" He murmured through a strained voice. He gripped her tighter and moved faster, chasing what his body desperately needed. Klaus groaned loudly, his mind was on fire, his body too. A fire of desire set them both aflame.

The witches gathered in a circle, their chanting synchronised as they felt the power start to flow.

Klaus held himself up with one hand whilst the other slide down the front of her body to dip between her legs. His cock continued to slide back and forth roughly within her whilst his fingertips began to circle her swollen clit.

Y/n was borderline screaming for him when she came undone, her jaw open when he sheathed himself to the hilt and released inside her.

Their foreheads pressed together, sticking with sweat as they panted warm air against each other's mouths.

Y/n felt the weakening first. It hit hard, as though every ounce of her energy was dragged out of her soul.

Klaus noticed her skin paling and worry settle dover him before he felt the same struggle. He muttered incoherently, trying to tell her it was okay but his mind went fuzzy but this time it wasn't due to pleasure.

He knew that the witches had completed their ritual but he hadn’t expected the effects to happen so quickly or be quite so intense. Unfortunately his thoughts were cut short when everything went dark.

It felt like days had passed when he woke again.

His head rang and his arms shifted to hold onto Y/n but she wasn't there.

Immediately he pushed himself up, ignoring the blaring ache throughout his muscles. His eyes were wide when he saw the familiarity of of his bedroom. Relief flooded him before the confusion and the worry.

"Y/N!" He yelled, his throat raw. Elijah appeared in the doorway, rushing over to his brother.

"Niklaus-" He spoke, voice clear as he put his hands on the hybrids shoulders. "It's alright- we got the coven, the majority are dead. We kept the leaders back for you to deal with and-"

"We have to go back right now!" Klaus told him, eyes wide. "Y/n's still there, tell me you didn't hurt her-" He yelled before a throat cleared and Klaus pushed Elijah out of the way.

Y/n was stood slightly behind Hayley, dressed properly for the first time in weeks and looking up at him with a tired but genuine smile.

He took fast strides before pulling her into his chest and smelling her now clean hair. He looked ahead of him and smiled when Rebekah came into view with Hope on her hip.

Y/n pulled away so that Klaus could hold his daughter and she rubbed her eyes. Hayley placed a gentle arm on Y/n's shoulder and gave her a smile.

"Welcome to the family" She told her, a lighthearted tone to her voice in hopes of keeping the positive energy of their rescue alive rather than the haunting memories of their time in the room.